Chapter 430: Fairy stance

The two majors participated in the calligraphy competition at the same time. This kind of appearance still depends on strength. When the number of people reached the bottom two times, everyone was numb to this cruel fact.
What shocked them this time was that Mencius Heng wanted to participate in the competition.
You should know that the Meng family doorkeeper attaches great importance to the ownership of the descendants' works. Therefore, after the start of the school, all school community activities and competitions, Mencius Heng will not participate, and the school almost defaulted to this matter.
However, Meng Ziheng entered the competition and was still with Song Ye. An interested person smelled an unusual taste instantly. The reason why Meng Shao was abnormal was definitely related to Song Ye.
Song Ye was also a little surprised. After class, Gu Yitong's gossip mouth couldn't rest immediately, "Ziheng, isn't your grandpa allowed you to participate in the game?"
"Not allowed?" Wang Qianqian smelled the gossip and asked for it.
"Well, whether we are in elementary school or junior high school, we are all in the same school. Meng's family is strictly controlled. His grandfather did not allow Meng Ziheng's works to be on the market. Therefore, Ziheng has not participated in any competition since childhood. Tong did not fortify Song Ye and Wang Qianqian, so he had no intention of concealing it.
However, Fang Kui at the back saw some clues, looked at Mencius Heng, and said, "Are you afraid that Fu Tonger will find Song Ye trouble through the game?"
In a word, Song Ye glanced over successfully.
"Ahem, I also want to learn skills with Song Ye." Meng Ziheng felt stared at those deep and cold eyes, some chest tightness and shortness of breath, so he quickly looked away and quietly reddened his ears.
It's not a bad thing to have one more person, and Song Ye didn't think about it.
In the background, Mencius Heng was punished by Father Mencius for this matter, and how many tears he suffered from Fu Tonger. For the time being, before the final exam in late December, all the students were in the emergency preparation stage. Song Ye and Mencius Heng were in a hurry. Practice calligraphy in the school's calligraphy club.
"Ah, it's so handsome and so beautiful. How can our girls feel like it?"
"Well, I can't think of Song Ye looking at the weak and weak, and he can write such wanton and overbearing words. It's really unrecognizable. Admire, I am a man who must bow down under his uniform pants."
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Inevitably, the expropriated calligraphy community classroom always has a bunch of students at the door of the classroom, and the two figures standing side by side are either taking pictures or drooling.
Because the computer course here in Shishi has just begun to be introduced, the school has set up a campus network for students to exchange various aspects of consultation on it for students to become more familiar with the online world.
In the computer class on this day, the students in several classes took turns seeing two slender figures standing next to the window under the setting sun. Two of them wrote with their wrists, their eyes were focused, and one was as cold as the sky. Such as Jinsong and Cuizhu Shuxiang, two people who are also elegant and beautiful, reflected in the same frame, beautiful as if they came out of splashed ink paintings.
Some people even follow the post to reply: the immortal posture is victorious, but the world is countless.
For a time, the popularity of the two school grasses directly overtook the third and second grades of high school, and became the target of school girls.
Song Ye, who came out of the bath at night, found that Mencius was in a daze with her mobile phone. "What's wrong?" She wiped her hair and walked over, glanced to the table, and found that there was no word on the rice paper. Did not grind, raised eyebrows in surprise.
For so long in the same bedroom, Song Ye knew that Mencius Heng practiced writing characters every night. Except that he did n’t leave a long whip, his life was similar to that of the ancients. It was hard to see him play a few times a month on a smartphone.
Today is quite new. I started to play mobile phones without practicing calligraphy.
The result was an inadvertent question, but it almost scared Meng Ziheng's mobile phone to fall off. Fortunately, the eye-sick hand was about to catch it, which was a little flashy. "Well, I've practiced a lot recently, I'm tired. Is there anything you need to set out? "
Song Ye swiped suspiciously on his face twice, and didn't ask much when he saw the topic diverged. He shook his head and walked to the cabinet to pull out the computer. "No need, go light and go for a short time."
The competition was in another high school, shuttle bus, and returned after one night. Song Ye, unlike other girls, went out of big bags and small bags.
Mencius nodded, and just responded, seeing someone holding the computer to the living room and did n’t mean to come in again, so he turned on the phone screen again, stared at the picture on the top of the school forum, pursed his lips, and finally Was careful to click save, and then set it as a screen saver.
The screen was turned on again in the dark, and at a glance you can see the two slender figures standing side by side in the sunset. Mencius looked and looked, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
And the content fermented on the school forum on this day not only attracted Meng Ziheng's attention. In the school's female dormitory, Fu Tonger slammed the mobile phone on the ground, and the whole gentle and graceful face was at a loss for now. Nor is the charm of classical beauty.
She was an orphan girl picked up by the Meng family from the side of the road. Since she was a child, she knows how to look at other people's faces, knows that what she wants needs to be reconciled, and works hard to obtain it step by step. Calligraphy, memorizing the ancient poems that I hate, and understanding those dull and boring antiques, everything, just to be able to be a real superior one day.
After looking forward to it for so many years, she finally got the recognition of the Meng family, and she was upright on the high ground, and was publicly labeled as the future hostess of the Meng family.
However, it was supposed to be a spring that was hard to come by, but she was humiliated and beaten again and again. Now even her favorite Mencius Heng violates the family rules for an irrelevant person, which makes her look so beautiful.
"Song Ye ..." The two words were rolled and crushed from the gap between the teeth, and Fu Tonger felt that he was full of shame, all blaming the cold boy.
She will not let go of her.
Since the people in the school knew that the two major schools had to participate in calligraphy competitions, they would gather in the calligraphy community to practice calligraphy after school every afternoon, and the place of the calligraphy community would be empty for a while. Picturesque scene.
But the calligraphy society also released the news early. When Song Ye and Mencius Heng practiced words, no one could disturb them.
The little friends who are willing to talk with each other dare not challenge the authority of the school. They can only sneak a glance at the two when they practice.
As soon as Song Ye came over that afternoon, he noticed that there were many people ambushing around the empty corridor, and he felt that something was wrong when he was about to push the door into the classroom.